If Snape would stumble behind his back to prevent Gryffindor from winning the game by capturing the Snitch, Harry believed it.

That old viper had always behaved like this, and for the sake of Slytherin's House Cup, for the sake of their House honor, he could do whatever it takes, which was completely in line with everyone's stereotype of Slytherin.

Seize the opportunity to deduct points, and it is said that the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw teams were specially grouped into groups, so that the scores of the two houses could be deducted at the same time.

And when this blatant partiality was unabashedly exposed, Snape's image of a villain was even more entrenched.

Ever since he entered the Academy, Harry hadn't felt like him.

He had tried to take Potions class, but he had been found wrong in every possible way, and Harry himself wondered if he had offended the old bat in some way.

But even so, Harry had never thought about the fact that his life was at stake:

"If it's really him, he'...... Could it be that he wants to kill me directly? ”

Suddenly, Harry's heart swelled with irrepressible anger.

"Why! I usually put up with indiscriminate deductions, why did he play that kind of trick on the field?! ”

Harry couldn't help but scream.

But before he could continue shouting, outside the curtains and baffles that had been drawn, there appeared a face that the current students never wanted to see.

It was a solemn-looking woman, the school doctor with a lot of Grandens.

This is even the presence of the third awe of the students of the Grapendo.

Just standing there, leather kids like Harry and Ron couldn't help but become cautious.

"Madam Pomfrey?"

"I don't think even the fences and baffles with the silent spell will stop your enthusiasm, will they?"

Her eyes sharpened, and Harry craned his neck.

He could feel that Madam Pomfrey was smiling, but her eyes were sharp.

"You're sick now, Mr. Potter, and I don't think it's just you, it's the other sick children, even the teachers, you think?"

"Of course ......"

Harry nodded earnestly.

"I promise there won't be a next time."

"Very good."

Madam Pomfrey vanished behind the curtain, and Harry couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Madame's sense of oppression is really strong."

"I always thought she could compete with Professor McGonagall."

After glancing at his friend, Harry couldn't help but purse his lips.

After Madam Pomfrey's interruption, his original agitated mood also faded considerably.

After calming down again, he only felt a faint resentment echoing in his heart.

This gave him no way to get around what was happening today:

"So why did Professor Snape do that?"

He asked quietly.

"Why else, isn't it because of Quidditch?"

Ron replied without thinking.

But this soon provoked a haughty opposition.

"How could this have anything to do with Quidditch."

The voice is similarly muffled, but the kind of targeting it reveals is particularly obvious.

It's Hermione.

Later, she even named her name:

"Weasley, you might as well use your brains again, this isn't the final."

Without waiting for Ron to retort something, Hermione continued:

"What's more, it's just a game, you can't do it at all, Snape is a professor after all."

"And why do you say that?"

Seeing that Hermione completely denied her speculation, Ron couldn't help but ask.

He was a little angry, and there was an aggressive smell between his words.

But Hermione just shook her head.

"I don't know."

"What?"

"That's why I'm staying here because I don't know, Weasley."

Hermione was obviously not the kind of person to suffer, and Ron's previous attitude was a bit emotional and unfriendly, so there was no need for her to put on a good face.

"Are you not satisfied with this answer?"

"Alright, alright."

Seeing that the atmosphere was about to turn sour, Harry couldn't help but stop them.

Then he looked at Hermione:

"So, you're staying here because you have a question for me?"

"Hmm."

Hermione nodded, but her expression quickly became odd as well.

"But now, I don't know if I should ask...... I was going to ask if there could be any other conflict between you and Professor Snape, but this kind of thing ......"

"I don't know."

Harry whispered.

"I don't know what the conflict is between me and Snape, it's just ......"

"Just what?"

"I just don't seem to like me."

"Snape, of course he won't like you."

Suddenly, a voice came from next door.

This reverberation was extremely abrupt, so that the three children couldn't help but be stunned.

Pulling back the curtain slightly, they met the man who also looked a little weak, Quirinus Quirrell.

I haven't paid much attention to him before, but now it seems that he is clearly not in good shape.

Leaving aside the bruised nose, swollen face, and crooked chin, his face looked thinner, pale, and even his eyes protruding outward.

"What's wrong with you, Professor?"

Seeing this tragic scene, Harry and Ron were dumbfounded.

As for Hermione, she frowned and focused more on something else.

For example......

"Professor, how can you hear us? Madam Pomfrey said that the partitions and curtains here had silent spells. ”

"I don't know, I just heard it...... Ahem, ahem. ”

After coughing a few times, Quirrell shook his head.

Before he could explain anything, the sound of a mouse was heard.

"Squeak!"

Hearing the small cry, Ron's expression quickly turned ugly.

"Spotted?"

He subconsciously touched his pocket, only to find that the mouse that was supposed to be sleeping was gone.

When I looked down, I found that the big hairless mouse was holding the curtain Ken that was dragging on the ground, and even gnawed it out of a big hole.

"Spotted!"

Perhaps, this is why the Silent Spell does not work.

Seeing the mouse's grinding teeth, Ron immediately pounced and caught the mouse, but it was too late, and the curtain had already been gnawed.

Leaving Ron alone, Harry just stared at the frail professor.

Seriously, he always felt that the current professors were a little different, very different.

"Professor, you said Snape didn't like me because ......"

"You are the savior......

Opening his eyes slightly, Quirrell whispered.

"You once killed the Black ...... Mystery Man, and Snape ...... Severus Snape, who was once a follower of the Mysteries. ”